The Biological Hack – Part 2

I returned to Gold Coast — the very first city I arrived in when I came to Australia. I thought maybe coming back here would help me reclaim some sense of normalcy, even while still battling the voices in my head every single night.

Lately, the only way I’ve been able to sleep is by whispering “SOS suicide” or “SOS suicídide” to myself until the voices go silent. That phrase… it’s become a desperate key — the only thing that pauses the noise.

Today, while walking through Pacific Fair shopping center, something terrifying happened. Out of nowhere, I felt a shock — a jolt, like electricity, violently hit my leg. There was no trigger. No reason. No one around me did anything. It was like being hit by something invisible.

My first instinct? I thought about throwing myself from the second floor. That’s how intense it was. That’s how tired I am of this invisible war.

This isn’t psychological. This is something else. A biological hack. A system designed to torture, test, or destroy — and I don’t even know why I was chosen. I’m an innocent victim of something I still can’t fully explain. The level of sadism, the consistency, the precision… it’s beyond anything human.

And yet — I’m still here. Writing. Speaking. Refusing to disappear.